Come: Veinen


The calendar, all “ex’s”, no “oh’s”. 

A one man game of tic-tac-toe.

A fast flickered  feeling seized his body. Nothing named.

There was a word for what washed over him, but not in this language.

The surreal became reality with each audible tick of time.

Fear of being judged. Regret for waiting . Tears for a future never seen.

At least he  left words. At least a hidden will. At the very least, no soul would suffer the truth.

His heart  fastening with anticipation. Slowing with acceptance.

Fifty-five, Fifty-four, fifty-three, the time had come. Eyes closed, fade to black.


Written for TheM3Blog and FlashInThePan  associated to Finding The Path





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